In the past year (almost to the day) I was dumped by the first girl I ever loved, sat with her in the car on the way home from college (because we made plans to travel before she dumped me and I couldn't get home otherwise) which led to the car rolling after the driver fell asleep, I had two shoulder surgeries because of this, I spend the first four-five months of 2012 in a depression, got a new girlfriend, was accused by a teacher who thought my roommate and I cheated on a test (at the very least I didn't cheat...), my dad refused to cosign on my loan to go back to college because it wasn't the college he wanted for me, so I moved back to Arkansas where my ex-college is so that I could be with my girlfriend, worked for tip wages at a restaurant that earns me MAYBE $10 a shift in tips at less than part time, and I just came up on my 1-year since the accident.

My strength is fortitude. I could've gone the easy way at any point, moved in with my parents and just coasted by in life, but I didn't. I did things the hard way so that I could do what I knew was the right thing for me. And even though things stink a lot of the time I still just ride through the storm, because if I ever gave up I could never forgive myself.